Martial Inverse

{} Text] Chapter 2 Feng Lei's Provocation

"Hey! Ha! Hey! Ha!"

In the wind martial arts field, young and tender figures are jumping there, playing a set of basic boxing techniques, and the sky is rising in the sky. These children are all sweating, but no one is tired. In their mouths, there was a continuous gurgling and drinking, the scene was very lively, a scene of enthusiasm.

Tianwu University 6, all the people are enthusiastic, and martial arts are respected and passed down from generation to generation. This has deeply rooted people's souls, and the wind family of Wu Lijia will naturally not be excluded.

"Hold on, haven't you eaten?"

A rough-looking middle-aged man, with a pair of bright eyes and a serious face, made a sound of scolding from time to time.

The middle-aged man is named Feng Ren, and his strength has reached the level of martial arts. He is one of the pillars of the Feng family. It is also very famous in this magnolia city.

And he is also the elder that these children are most afraid of. Under his scolding, these children have even strengthened their hands.

Looking at this scene, Feng Ren's mouth also showed some imperceptible smiles. Obviously, he was very satisfied with the performance of these children.

"Hey! Ha! ..."

This is a twelve-year-old boy with a handsome face. Although he is still young, he has a small face full of seriousness. He is tied to the back of his head, and every time he shakes, he does his best. His full strength, the clothes on his body, have been soaked for a long time, this state, he has continued for three hours, but still did not relax in the slightest.

It's Fenghao!

"Ha! Hey! ..."

With one punch and one foot, Feng Hao is extremely standard, and every time he swings, he can make a slight wind.

He is a third-level middle-level martial artist, and all he does is forge.

As you practice the practice, forging is the first thing. Only when you harden your body like a rock can you practice martial arts and build 'Wu Yuan'. Musha.

"Early training is over!"

Looking up at the hot sun above the sky, Feng Ren stood up and sang loudly.

"Oh! I'm exhausted."

"Huh ... huh ..."

The children collapsed to the ground one by one, complaining, gasping, but when they saw Feng Ren's dark face, their voices gradually weakened.

They are only about ten years old, and they practice two hours a day, which has exhausted all their energy for them.

"Huh! Ha!"

Throughout the practice martial arts field, Feng Hao was still insisting. Under his feet, there was already a pool of sweat, and every time he waved his arm, he poured countless drops of sweat.

Feng Ren glanced, said nothing, and stepped away from Xiwuchang.

"Hum! Pretend!"

A tiger-headed little boy glanced at Feng Hao and snorted slightly in his mouth, "If I have a remedy, I'm definitely a fourth-grade martial artist!"

He is the grandson of the second elder of the Feng Family, named Feng Lei. In the same year as Feng Hao, at this time, he has also reached the third-level martial arts. It is indeed above Feng Hao, so he is extremely dissatisfied with Feng Hao.

It's not just one person who has the same idea as Feng Lei. Even the children of the second-level warrior have the same emotions.

Because of this emotion, Feng Hao was basically isolated among the juniors in the Feng family, and, in the face of Feng Hao, ridiculed him.

Strength is everything. Without strength, you will not be recognized and respected by others.

"Huh! Ha! ..."

Feng Hao still waved his fist as if he hadn't heard these sounds.

Because these voices have grown up with him since he was sensible, but he has no way to explain the claim that elixir did not work at all.

When the sun was empty, Feng Hao, who had exhausted his strength, stopped his fist because he could not get any improvement if he persisted. On the contrary, it would cause damage to his own muscles, which would even outweigh the benefits.

This is also his experience.

"Huh ... huh ..."

He calmed down a bit, he did not join the other children's practice or play, dragged his tired body, and walked towards a courtyard.

"Well! Is our genius tired?"

Feng Lei took three children to block Feng Hao's way, and the expressions on the faces of all of them were all playful.

"Starting again."

"Oh! Deserve it!"

"The mediocrity is the mediocre, and it takes up the best resources!"

The children on the martial arts field pointed and talked about it, but no one came forward to persuade them, but all looked like a theater.

Feng Hao frowned, turned to the side, and moved forward.

"Well? What about our genius? Haha ..."

Feng Lei also took a step forward, continued to stand in front of him, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

The four of them are all third-level martial arts. They are not afraid of Feng Hao at all. On the contrary, each time they fight, they always suffer from Feng Hao. It is hard to beat the four punches. Besides, Feng Hao is a little higher than them It's not that big a gap.

"Step aside!"

Feng Hao looked at him coldly, speaking in a hoarse voice.

"How? If you don't let it, do you want to teach me again?"

Feng Lei stared, stepped forward, and approached Feng Hao.

"boom!"

Feng Hao's fist was greeted by him, so the once-a-day event was staged again in this martial arts field.

As a result, it was natural that Feng Hao was fatally beaten again.

...

"Haoer is back."

Only when she entered the gate of the hospital, a beautiful woman greeted her. When she saw sweaty and exhausted Fenghao, her eyes were full of distress.

She is Feng Hao's mother, Qiong Su, and another family member of the Feng family.

"Don't be so desperate next time."

Joan took out a white handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his little face for Feng Hao. "You child, always so stubborn. What if there is another three long two short?

It can be seen that when Feng Hao desperately forges, many of them are caused by excessive muscle cracks.

"Mother, I know!"

Only when facing his mother did Feng Hao's pupils show tenderness.

In his mind, his mother is the person who loves himself the most in the world, so in general, he will do it unconditionally.

"You!"

Qiongsu gently squeezed his small face. "Okay, go to shower first, then come to the hall for dinner."

"Ok!"

At a sound, Feng Hao walked towards a partial house.

Tuya grinned and took off his shirt. He also had dozens of dark blues on his body, both old and new. The pain was basically used to him.

"Wow !!"

The cold water washed away the heat and sweat. Feng Hao replaced a set of clean clothes that Qiong Su had prepared before arriving at the hall.

In the hall, there is a square red wooden table. There are also five or six dishes on the table.

A grim-looking middle-aged man was eating, and Joan was serving him soup.

He is the current owner of Fengjia.

When Feng Hao came in, Qiongsu dropped the spoon in his hand and greeted Feng Hao to sit down.

"father!"

Feng Hao shouted respectfully at Feng Chen.

"Ok!"

The wind and dust replied, and said nothing, the family of three had finished their lunch in this silent atmosphere.

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